Paroles All This Trouble de The Fugitives

Textes et Paroles de All This Trouble

All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come
All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come

The child in the playground pushed too far up in the swing
Chasing the life partner who will never wear the ring
The song that you cherish but the notes too high to sing
All our problems away

The same old god with a hundred different names
Elevator music while the holding collar waits
The flaking painting outlived by its frame
All our problems away

All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come
All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come

Prisoners without cities, cities without space
Space without its visitors and people without place
Places without bodies and bodies without grace, yeah
All our problems away

The growth spurt in the dance shoes, the blisters on your feet
Every narrow darkly lit street
Prayin for the cold in the summer, for winter in the heat
All our problems away

It is the softness of our skins against the sharp edge of a knife
The regiments of day verses the pleasures of the night
It is the certainty of death and the passion for this life
All our problems away

All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come
All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come

All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come
All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come

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